His dark chocolately orbs flicker with hidden worry
Behind the shadows of his whimsy lashes was the pain of his darkened story
Placing on the facade so that he smiled till his eyes lit bright
Not a soul could see the pain covered in plain sight
He wished that anyone would stop and see
The lost boy locked out without a key
But all he got was the fake reflection of his despair
Mirrored by the eyes of one's who simply stared
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
